Got this little tin sign to remind everyone how we get down around here when they stop in for a visit...trackmarks not required, but preferred... something about an IV addiction changes a person for the better, in my opinion. The rig brings you low...it cast your garments out upon the vagabonds without any regard for the fact it's leaving you naked in the cold in front of them...you figure out that moral compass you had shoved up your ass since birth had a neo magnet stuck to it's ass, and therefore every North is South & vice versa. The ol rig will make a grown ass person outta that ass without any haste to speak of. You'll start off only using them once and a while maybe....and you'll likely only use each one once. .by the time the stories been told you'll prefer that bitch over oxygen.... you'll break down anything that can be, and try in vain to hit veins that haven't had structure in years, digging through last week's garbage in search of that 24oz Pabst Blue Ribbon that you remember you put those last two numberless harpoons in a quarter moon ago. Yeah it's like that ...not for all, sure....but it's safe to say it is for most. Funny thing is...just like that rig you should have known better than to even think about digging up, I'm only scratching the surface here. I'm not breaking through to the other side...no, these are the fuckin broad strokes baby....and if you don't wanna be old before your time I suggest you stay the fuck away, ya hear? Cause ain't nothing glamorous about growing up too fast...life in the fast lane is littered with growing pains and once your on it, nothing will ever be the same. So keep your head about you no matter which fate you choose.... you're sure to need it.
